I didn’t want to hurt them, at least not more than what would allow us to get the fuck out of here in one piece. No, I wanted to destroy them. I wanted to own them, mind, body, and whatever damaged, broken part of a soul they had left. They were mine. And no one, not even the gamemakers, could change that. Kohl pressed their lips together, their eyes dropping to the ground. “I want to hear you say it.” I rasped, my breathing coming in eager pants. “Tell me that you’re my plaything. That I own you.” “You—” Kohl wheezed as I applied more pressure onto their hand. “You own me. I am yours. Your
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